At those words, the fiery kiss on her shoulder instantly lost all its heat.
Though Timothy York hadn't moved, it felt as if something had changed.
Just as Summer Thorne was about to say more, Timothy York raised a hand, gently stroking her hair. "You must be hungry," he said. "I'll go make some food. Is there anything you're particularly craving? We don't have much, but I'll see what I can do. I might just be able to satisfy you."
Whenever faced with a question he didn't want to answer, Timothy York could always change the subject with ease.
But Summer Thorne had finally managed to bring it up. There was no way she was letting the topic drop after just one sentence.
She grabbed his arm, looked at him, and said, "This place is just too remote. It's not convenient if we need anything, and what if something were to happen—"
"What situation?" Timothy York slowly lifted his gaze to her. "What do you think is going to happen?"
